KatnissI was tidying up some documents when Mr. Corleone’s voice suddenly broke the silence of the room. “James and Renata are officially divorced today,” he said bluntly, sitting in the chair with an unreadable expression.I froze for a moment, my fingers pausing over the paper. I tried not to react, but my heart began to beat faster than usual. There was something inside me that felt unexpectedly light, as if a weight I hadn’t even realized was there had been lifted.However, I knew better than to show what I was feeling. I lifted my gaze, making sure my expression remained neutral. “Oh,” I murmured briefly, as if it were just another piece of news. “That’s their business. It has nothing to do with me.”Mr. Corleone raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on me as if it could pierce through my thoughts. “Really? Nothing at all, Katniss?”I sighed, lowering my head back to the documents. “I’m just your secretary, Mr. Corleone. James’s personal life has nothing to do with me.”He chuckled
JamesThis morning, the atmosphere felt more peaceful than usual. Sunlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on the breakfast table. I sat across from Mr. Corleone, while Giselle sat beside me, staring at her plate with a frown.I tried to focus on my breakfast, but my mind kept drifting back to the divorce between James and Renata. The decision, though relieving, left me with a mix of emotions I couldn’t easily ignore.“Aren’t you going to eat, Giselle?” Mr. Corleone’s deep voice broke the silence.Giselle looked up, her face clouded with a grim expression. “I’m not hungry,” she replied shortly.Mr. Corleone and I exchanged a glance. Usually, Giselle was a cheerful child, especially when her favorite foods were on the table. But today, something was different.“Is something bothering you?” I asked gently, trying to understand what was going on.She shook her head slightly, but her eyes didn’t meet mine. “Nothing.”“Giselle,” Mr. Corleone’s voice was firm, yet filled wi
JamesThat day, like usual, I stood watch at the guard post of Mr. Corleone's mansion. It felt odd, standing there, observing every person who came and went. But deep down, there was only one person I wanted to see: Katniss. I still couldn't believe I had managed to get this job, but somehow, I felt like this was the only way I could stay close to her—even if only for a brief moment.The area outside was quiet, so I was given the task of checking a few sections of the mansion. I walked through the halls, my heart pounding, restless with every step. A few minutes ago, Katniss and Giselle had left, so I figured now was the perfect time to check something my friend had left for me at the guard post. But as I passed through the living room door, I froze.There, in the front room, something made my heart leap into my throat—Katniss. She had just entered the same room as Mr. Corleone.I stood still, struggling to remain calm as a wave of jealousy surged within me. I knew, I knew, she was ma
JamesI choked and was about to walk out of the room. But before I could get out my door, her gentle voice called me back.“Y-You....” Her voice was shaking as if she was battling with her own fear.I stood there for a moment at the door before slowly backing away. The light of the flashlight was on her face and tears still rolled down her pretty face. “What is it?” I asked the question although I could guess the answer.“Take me to Giselle’s room,” she said in almost a hiss. Her hand shook as it reached for the bottom of my shirt. "I- I want to make sure that she is alright in this darkness."I nodded silently, my heart in turmoil. “Alright, follow me.”Our steps were slow as we moved toward Giselle’s room, walking down the long, dark hallway. I made sure to walk ahead, using the flashlight to light our path. But when I felt her small, cold fingers brush against mine, a sharp pang hit my chest.She gripped my hand tightly, like a little child afraid of losing her hold on me. The touc
JamesI remember the feeling of Katniss as if the very thought was trying to drag from my mind. My happiness has no bounds; I am even getting tired of smiling as I walk around the room. In the way she clung to me, the way she whispered please help me, the way she shivered and sought refuge in my embrace – it was like we hadn’t changed at all. It felt right.I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. “You know, this whole ‘guarding Ethan Corleone’s mansion’ thing might not be the disaster I thought it’d be. At least I get to see you, Katniss.”My voice fades into the quiet room, but the emotions stay, swirling like a storm I can’t contain. I closed my eyes, with the intention of sleeping, but my brain could not keep idle. Her—him—these thoughts won’t let me sleep.I stand up annoyed and put on my sandals. “Fine. If I can’t sleep, the least I can do is have a drink of water.”The hallway is empty when I go toward the kitchen, then I hear it—a door has been opened. My heart stops.It’s hi
JamesI quickly hid after making sure everything was in place. My emotions were a mess, a strange mix of anger and relief. But my mind was still racing, thinking about what I should do next now that I knew the truth.Step. Step. Step.The sound of footsteps grew louder and closer.Who is that? My heart began to race. I ducked behind Ethan's desk, holding my breath.Click.It felt like my heart would stop when the door opened. From the scent of his cologne, I knew immediately it was Ethan.Damn it! What does he want now? Why is he back?! Frustration boiled inside me.I could hear a sharp sigh from Ethan. Was he coming closer? Had he noticed something?"Tch." I heard him click his tongue. What’s going on? Did he spot me?"Ugh... It’s already past midnight... I guess I shouldn’t make the maid go fetch my..." Ethan’s voice trailed off as he seemed to prepare to leave.Just when I thought he was gone, my hand brushed against the chair, knocking it over with a loud clunk.Shit! I cursed und
KatnissI stared at his car. Ethan told me I didn’t need to go to work today. He said it was my right to take a break since I had complained earlier about a headache. He insisted I stay home and pamper myself.I touched my forehead. Ethan had just kissed it—his kiss was soft and full of love, but somehow, I didn’t like it. The uncomfortable feeling was so strong. What bothered me most, though, was the disappointed look on James's face that kept playing in my mind.“Katniss, what do you even want from that man? He’s the one who put you in this difficult situation. You should stop thinking about him.”But the heart wants what it wants.“Mommy.” I snapped out of my thoughts when Giselle called me.“Ah, yes, sweetheart?” I replied.“I want to play,” she said, her face scrunched up. Giselle hadn’t been outside for a long time. Poor thing, she must feel trapped.I looked at the situation. Is it okay for Giselle and me to go out in public now? The news about James and my wedding with Ethan h
JamesI couldn’t help but smile as I watched her cheeks flush a soft pink. Katniss had always been terrible at hiding her emotions. Everything she felt played out so vividly on her face, in the way her hands fluttered nervously, and in her body language. It was the same as before, an adorable trait that she used to have every time we were still in a relationship.Still the same, I thought, amused yet aching. The way she fidgeted, the flushed look on her face—they were so recognisable.“You know…” I said."Um.."I could see the tension in her shoulders, the confusion in her eyes. Every part of me wanted to tell her the truth, to see the realization dawn on her that it was me. But I couldn’t. Not yet. If I did, she’d pull further away, and I couldn’t let that happen. I needed to trap her in this moment, to let the feelings she’d buried resurface. Only then could I ensure she wouldn’t run.“No, ma’am. This is the first time we’ve met,” I said, keeping my tone steady, my gaze locked on he
KatnissJack’s smile was so bright that I couldn’t help but laugh freely alongside Giselle. That rare feeling of connection felt so pure, so genuine.As Jack glanced at his phone, Giselle ran toward him, her little feet kicking up sand.“Uncle Guard! Show me the photo!” she chirped excitedly.Jack chuckled warmly. He knelt down, holding out his phone to show her the screen. On it, he had recorded a video of us laughing, playing with the ocean waves and the soft sand."See this," he offered softly. "You two look so happy. It’s such a lovely moment, and I simply couldn’t help myself—I had to capture it." After a brief pause, he added, "I think this might be my favorite video from now on."His words made my heart skip. Did he really mean it? Did he like me and Giselle that much?Jack suddenly looked up at me, his expression slightly startled, as if he had realized something he wasn’t supposed to say out loud.“I mean—” He cleared his throat nervously. “I’ve told you before, haven’t I?
JamesI couldn’t help but smile as I watched her cheeks flush a soft pink. Katniss had always been terrible at hiding her emotions. Everything she felt played out so vividly on her face, in the way her hands fluttered nervously, and in her body language. It was the same as before, an adorable trait that she used to have every time we were still in a relationship.Still the same, I thought, amused yet aching. The way she fidgeted, the flushed look on her face—they were so recognisable.“You know…” I said."Um.."I could see the tension in her shoulders, the confusion in her eyes. Every part of me wanted to tell her the truth, to see the realization dawn on her that it was me. But I couldn’t. Not yet. If I did, she’d pull further away, and I couldn’t let that happen. I needed to trap her in this moment, to let the feelings she’d buried resurface. Only then could I ensure she wouldn’t run.“No, ma’am. This is the first time we’ve met,” I said, keeping my tone steady, my gaze locked on he
KatnissI stared at his car. Ethan told me I didn’t need to go to work today. He said it was my right to take a break since I had complained earlier about a headache. He insisted I stay home and pamper myself.I touched my forehead. Ethan had just kissed it—his kiss was soft and full of love, but somehow, I didn’t like it. The uncomfortable feeling was so strong. What bothered me most, though, was the disappointed look on James's face that kept playing in my mind.“Katniss, what do you even want from that man? He’s the one who put you in this difficult situation. You should stop thinking about him.”But the heart wants what it wants.“Mommy.” I snapped out of my thoughts when Giselle called me.“Ah, yes, sweetheart?” I replied.“I want to play,” she said, her face scrunched up. Giselle hadn’t been outside for a long time. Poor thing, she must feel trapped.I looked at the situation. Is it okay for Giselle and me to go out in public now? The news about James and my wedding with Ethan h
JamesI quickly hid after making sure everything was in place. My emotions were a mess, a strange mix of anger and relief. But my mind was still racing, thinking about what I should do next now that I knew the truth.Step. Step. Step.The sound of footsteps grew louder and closer.Who is that? My heart began to race. I ducked behind Ethan's desk, holding my breath.Click.It felt like my heart would stop when the door opened. From the scent of his cologne, I knew immediately it was Ethan.Damn it! What does he want now? Why is he back?! Frustration boiled inside me.I could hear a sharp sigh from Ethan. Was he coming closer? Had he noticed something?"Tch." I heard him click his tongue. What’s going on? Did he spot me?"Ugh... It’s already past midnight... I guess I shouldn’t make the maid go fetch my..." Ethan’s voice trailed off as he seemed to prepare to leave.Just when I thought he was gone, my hand brushed against the chair, knocking it over with a loud clunk.Shit! I cursed und
JamesI remember the feeling of Katniss as if the very thought was trying to drag from my mind. My happiness has no bounds; I am even getting tired of smiling as I walk around the room. In the way she clung to me, the way she whispered please help me, the way she shivered and sought refuge in my embrace – it was like we hadn’t changed at all. It felt right.I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. “You know, this whole ‘guarding Ethan Corleone’s mansion’ thing might not be the disaster I thought it’d be. At least I get to see you, Katniss.”My voice fades into the quiet room, but the emotions stay, swirling like a storm I can’t contain. I closed my eyes, with the intention of sleeping, but my brain could not keep idle. Her—him—these thoughts won’t let me sleep.I stand up annoyed and put on my sandals. “Fine. If I can’t sleep, the least I can do is have a drink of water.”The hallway is empty when I go toward the kitchen, then I hear it—a door has been opened. My heart stops.It’s hi
JamesI choked and was about to walk out of the room. But before I could get out my door, her gentle voice called me back.“Y-You....” Her voice was shaking as if she was battling with her own fear.I stood there for a moment at the door before slowly backing away. The light of the flashlight was on her face and tears still rolled down her pretty face. “What is it?” I asked the question although I could guess the answer.“Take me to Giselle’s room,” she said in almost a hiss. Her hand shook as it reached for the bottom of my shirt. "I- I want to make sure that she is alright in this darkness."I nodded silently, my heart in turmoil. “Alright, follow me.”Our steps were slow as we moved toward Giselle’s room, walking down the long, dark hallway. I made sure to walk ahead, using the flashlight to light our path. But when I felt her small, cold fingers brush against mine, a sharp pang hit my chest.She gripped my hand tightly, like a little child afraid of losing her hold on me. The touc
JamesThat day, like usual, I stood watch at the guard post of Mr. Corleone's mansion. It felt odd, standing there, observing every person who came and went. But deep down, there was only one person I wanted to see: Katniss. I still couldn't believe I had managed to get this job, but somehow, I felt like this was the only way I could stay close to her—even if only for a brief moment.The area outside was quiet, so I was given the task of checking a few sections of the mansion. I walked through the halls, my heart pounding, restless with every step. A few minutes ago, Katniss and Giselle had left, so I figured now was the perfect time to check something my friend had left for me at the guard post. But as I passed through the living room door, I froze.There, in the front room, something made my heart leap into my throat—Katniss. She had just entered the same room as Mr. Corleone.I stood still, struggling to remain calm as a wave of jealousy surged within me. I knew, I knew, she was ma
JamesThis morning, the atmosphere felt more peaceful than usual. Sunlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow on the breakfast table. I sat across from Mr. Corleone, while Giselle sat beside me, staring at her plate with a frown.I tried to focus on my breakfast, but my mind kept drifting back to the divorce between James and Renata. The decision, though relieving, left me with a mix of emotions I couldn’t easily ignore.“Aren’t you going to eat, Giselle?” Mr. Corleone’s deep voice broke the silence.Giselle looked up, her face clouded with a grim expression. “I’m not hungry,” she replied shortly.Mr. Corleone and I exchanged a glance. Usually, Giselle was a cheerful child, especially when her favorite foods were on the table. But today, something was different.“Is something bothering you?” I asked gently, trying to understand what was going on.She shook her head slightly, but her eyes didn’t meet mine. “Nothing.”“Giselle,” Mr. Corleone’s voice was firm, yet filled wi
KatnissI was tidying up some documents when Mr. Corleone’s voice suddenly broke the silence of the room. “James and Renata are officially divorced today,” he said bluntly, sitting in the chair with an unreadable expression.I froze for a moment, my fingers pausing over the paper. I tried not to react, but my heart began to beat faster than usual. There was something inside me that felt unexpectedly light, as if a weight I hadn’t even realized was there had been lifted.However, I knew better than to show what I was feeling. I lifted my gaze, making sure my expression remained neutral. “Oh,” I murmured briefly, as if it were just another piece of news. “That’s their business. It has nothing to do with me.”Mr. Corleone raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on me as if it could pierce through my thoughts. “Really? Nothing at all, Katniss?”I sighed, lowering my head back to the documents. “I’m just your secretary, Mr. Corleone. James’s personal life has nothing to do with me.”He chuckled